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Artificial

You hate that this world is so fake

Hate all the people who make it this way

Hate that it's the poor that give and the rich that take

Hate it cause you know you'll have to pay

For the things you've done and the hearts you break

Still you say you only care about today

 

Well in the end I guess it's all the same

Whether you live or die, you get to choose

You understand that life is really just a game

And in the end, you don't intend to lose

It's all about the money, the girls, the fame

If it's not your dream you're chasing, then whose?

Soon you're gonna have to spark your own flame

Before the people rise to tighten your noose

 

 

 

Everything's becoming artificial, we light fake fires to keep our children warm

We manufacture our emotions, speak fake words to guide us through the storms

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ellie-stelter
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Mar 27, 2012
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